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| Sweating out And spitting out Hostility To politics 'n' violence Working out anxiety Cholesterol And silver hair Sittin' up And pushin' up And pullin' up And pumpin' weights One hour a day Three days a week And dammit all I'm fighting off the Sandman anyway Every day One day older Breathing in The morning air Pounding on the Dusty shoulder Running in A battered pair Of Nike-Air Sinews churning Hot lungs burning Always take A mile or two To find the music In the moving Making magic In the rhythm Of my pace Suck in one stride Blow out two Oblivious Endorphin tripping Arms outstretched Triumphant ripping Down the yellow tape The finish line Within my mind Slow down anyway And walk around With mouth agape Suckin' in the oxygen Then stop and lift The water jar |
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| Beneath the tree As though it were An ice-cold beer And pour it in And over me Cools me down Walk the last Half mile home I'm running From the Reaper Check the empty Mailbox for the key Check the shrubs Beside the door Lift the mat Ain't nothing more Call to silence Cuss and swear Get silence back Knock to silence Ring to silence Get no slack The only sound My labored breathing Anger seething And my footsteps As I walk around Behind the house Ain't no one home But me Searching For the Truth But I Don't want The Truth I'm searching for The Youth I've lost Too many years Gone by But why ? Why can't I Squeeze out Another year Or two ? |
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| Weathered Picnic table Beckons me Beside The stump I reach inside Where I can't see Pull out The key Jump up And walk around The front And go inside To shower down One more time Pop off the top And do Another brew Remembering Their homily A runner has no family They will not kindly bury me I sit down on a step To think a bit Assuming their returning yet Assuming I have not pursued Eternal Youth So long I've lost them both To my contentious flight Regardless of the Truth I know waits patiently For me To stop Might it be That I've been running In my head For so damned long To keep from dyin' I've failed to see My family is gone And I'm Already dead And no one's At the Funeral For me? |
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